"I have no friend, Margaret:
when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate in my joy;
if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection.
I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true;
but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling.


I desire the company of a man who could sympathise with me,
whose eyes would reply to mine.
You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend.
I have no one near me, gentle yet courageous,
possessed of a cultivated as well as of a capacious mind,
whose tastes are like my own, to approve of or amend my plans.
How would such a friend repair the faults of your poor brother!"


Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein".
isnt it so tastefully penned?
little wonder its deemed an evergreen classic.


spoon-feeds = brain turning to mush.


the autumn leaves drift by my window
the autumn leaves of red and gold
the sunburnt hands i used to hold.

perfection at 12:20 PM